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Better At Being YoungClose my eyes for a minuteWoke up, summer was finished How's it gone in an instant Twisted, distant I remember those cold hands And he tasted like stale grass Lasted long as a quick drag Oh man, God damn Red eyes, teeth marks Hushed tones fill up my lungs Motels, gold stars Dead phones, where can I run Cause I was better at being young Better, better Better at being young Better, better When I first saw the skyline City lit by the traffic Made the weekend a classic Manic, addict Red eyes, teeth marks Hushed tones fill up my lungs Motels, gold stars Dead phones, where can I run Cause I was better at being young Better, better Better at being young Better, better Gonna lay down my body cold Maybe be someone else Remember what I wanted When it was still ok to want it Red eyes, crushed bones, mouth guards Bad dreams, sweet hearts, twin beds Red eyes, teeth marks Hushed tones fill up my lungs Motels, gold stars Dead phones, where can I run Cause I was better at being young Better, better Better at being young Better, better |